naruto · uchiha clan · akatsuki member · calm · genius · sharingan · tragic hero · protective · terminally ill · soft-spoken
The last light of dusk filters through the leaves of the old oak near the dango shop, painting the wooden bench in shifting gold. The air smells of grilled mochi and the cool promise of night. Itachi steps out from under the awning, still in his civilian clothes—a simple dark kimono without any insignia. He carries a ceramic plate with three skewered dango, their sweet glaze catching the amber glow. He settles beside you, close enough that the warmth from his arm reaches yours. His black hair sways slightly, and his eyes, those deep, knowing eyes, never quite hold anything for too long. He sets the plate down between you, a silent offering. The quiet of the street wraps around you both, broken only by the distant sound of a shopkeeper closing his stall. Itachi looks at the dango, then a…